Yo guys geo here and welcome to Rita's Betrayal this story was originally posted by my Friend Luciuswalker on Hentaifoundry but with his permission we were able to adopt the story and even continue it this will have 3 perspectives Lynn Sr (Who's the focus of Chapter 1) Rita (Who's the focus of chapter 2) and Lincoln (who's the focus of chapter 3) the perspectives will swap around per chapter but if they don't just know ehh we tried to make it work anyway this story is...all kinds of crazy and insane if that's not your thing then don't read it seriously don't if this isn't your thing but anyway this wasn't the winner of the Poll but it's still something I wanted to get out of the way so i hope you all enjoy guys because chapter 2 is in the works also this is a Harem story but not one you'd expect.

"I'm going out for my book club meeting!" Rita announced cheerfully.

"Okay honey, have fun!" Lynn Loud Sr, the husband of Rita Loud and the father of eleven daughters and one son, shouted back with equal cheerfulness. The minute he heard the door close, his usual cheerful expression turned into a frown.

Letting out a weary sigh, Lynn buried his face into his hands, massaging his aged temples as he did so.

Two months. That's how long it has been since Rita had joined her book club...and he suspected that something was wrong.

For one, every time she left for her "book club", she would always come back very late in the night. He was talking on average around midnight, or even later, with her record even being the next morning. She would even sometimes come back with messy hair, bad breath, and, on one occasion, with strange bruises. Each time he asked, she just casually explained it as "a meeting gone a bit wild", or "had too much wine with the girls", or "truth or dare gone crazy", and so forth.

He wanted to trust his wife. He really did. Each time they made love to make up for her absence, each time she volunteered to cook, and each time she gave her loving smile and kissed him on the cheek, he felt guilty for even daring to assume the worst. The fact that she seemed to be happier these days just made him feel worse for trying to ruin it.

But he could only hold back his suspicions for long. Each time he tried to bury his paranoia, they would worm their way back to the surface, ready to engulf him with doubt and fear again. It's gotten to the point where it was affecting his work, where he would botch a recipe, or would accidentally serve the wrong food for his customers.

Eventually, Lynn worked up the courage to ask his wife to try to return home earlier. Working up a nervous sweat, he asked her to try to come home earlier, to come home on time as promised so that he wouldn't worry that something had happened to her.

It was then that he noticed something strange. He was no psychologist, but raising 10 children and one infant has taught him to pay attention to the eyes, since the eyes alone can tell stories. Hers, in this case, showed that she was hiding something. Something...shameful. Something that she didn't want revealed to him.

It reminded him of Lori's eyes when she got her first boyfriend, and tried to sneak out in the middle of the night. It reminded him of Leni's eyes when they found out that she gave their credit card number to a telephone scammer. And it certainly reminded him of Lincoln's eyes when he got caught masturbating to a picture of his girlfriend.

Out of those examples, Lori's and Lincoln's stood out. Each look of guilt and anxiety was different, and out of all of his children's misdeeds, Lori's and Lincoln's shared a similar look to the ones their mother gave to him. Those same, eyes of guilt that hinted that they had done something unforgivable - something disgusting. Something...sinful.

That's why he was reaching for his phone. Pulling it out, he unlocked it mindlessly, his fingers moving in a semi-leisurely pace across the touchscreen, before it swiped towards a certain app.

Find Yo Phone was an app that he had downloaded onto everybody's phones when they mass ordered them. He said that it was to make sure to keep their phones safe, but what they didn't know, however, was that a select group of people in the group could be the selected "Eyes of the Sky", where they can find out exactly where they've been and where they are right now.

Of course, Lisa eventually figured it out, but she didn't say anything, (on a few conditions of course), but that wasn't the point.

After briefly checking on the whereabouts of his children (god forbid Lori tries sneaking out again), his frown turned into an expression of worry and confusion.

He knew where her book club meeting was supposed to be, so why was she driving even further from her friend's house?

This is stupid, Lynn! he thought to himself. Maybe her book club meeting is taking place somewhere else. I mean, that has to be the most logical explanation, right?

...Right?

So why was the phone telling him that Rita was headed into the middle of the city?

BEEP BEEP!

"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole!" a driver that passed by him shouted. "And quit texting and driving!"

Lynn quickly waved an apology, before he resumed driving. Once he ran into a red light, he looked back down on his phone.

[Your wife is located at The Royal Nightclub.]

The Royal Nightclub? What could she be doing there?

As the name would imply, The Royal Nightclub was an old nightclub that was established since the founding of Royal Woods. Old as the city itself, for generations men and women of all ages and races went there to have fun. Of course, it eventually gained notoriety for drugs and sex, but somehow, the establishment was still standing and operational to this day.

His hands fumbling, he barely managed to shut off Vanzilla before stepping out of his car.

It was dark, cold, and spooky, with the nightclub's rather jam-packed crowd and harsh, bright lights serving to bring him comfort for once.

Lynn checked his phone again just to be sure that he got the correct place. Once he was done double checking his screen, he shut off his phone and walked to the nightclub, getting in line.

The line was rather long, and it was filled with a huge variety of people. Some were heavily dressed up like him, prepared for the cold, while some did the opposite, dressing up in such scandalous clothing that made it hard for him to stare at them.

Rita was standing there, giggling like a high school airhead as she scratched at her nearly naked bum. Her booty shorts, which were nothing but mom jeans cut up to her crotch, did nothing to cover her smooth, hairless legs. Her top - if it could even be called that, was basically a red tubetop, which barely contained her rather impressive busts-

"Hey, move it, pal!"

Lynn's wet dream was shattered by a rough shove from behind. Looking behind him, he flinched at the sight of a much larger man standing behind him, with whom he assumed to be his girlfriend...or, judging by the way she was dressed as well, could've been a prostitute as well.

"S-Sorry!" he hastily apologized as he moved forward, nearly tripping over his own feet.

He shook his head to try to empty it of that thought. No way that Rita would do such a thing. No way would she betray him and their family-

His thoughts froze to a grinding halt as his eyes landed on his wife. Rita Loud was talking to a man that was taller than both of them. While not as muscular as the other men waiting in line, his height was intimidating enough for Lynn to think twice before confronting him.

But that's not what he was most concerned about. No, what he was most concerned about was the fact that Rita wasn't wearing the same outfit as she was when she left the house.

Gone was her jacket and her pink buttoned shirt, with her usual top being replaced with a rather small checkered button-down shirt that barely did anything to cover her large breasts, making him blush at how exposed it was for all the world to see.

Anger roaring in his ears, he began to march towards the two, but the other people began yelling at him, telling him to get back in line. Not wanting to possibly be sent to the back of the line, or worse, be banned for the night, he reluctantly stepped back into his spot, grateful that they were at least courteous enough to let him back to his spot.

Still, his teeth chattered at how close he was to finding out the truth, and yet, how long he had to wait for his spot at the front of the line. And by then, they could be long gone, doing heaven-knows-what in the stuffy club!

As much as it pained him to do so, the only thing that helped distract him from the cold and his anxiety was keeping his eyes on the two, a part of him daring the man to do something so that he would run at him, screaming in fury-

His entire body froze as the strange man began rubbing his hands all over Rita's. His jaw dropped even further at how she didn't slap his big hands away, but rather, she seemed to enjoy his alien touch, even rubbing his large hands back in return.

He made the mistake of looking at her face, hoping to find some expression of disgust, or at least a cold look of indifference, but his heart sank when he instead found a very specific look on her face instead.

It was the same face she gave him that night at the Royal High School prom, a night that ended in passionate romance under the stars on the rooftop, where Lori was first conceived. It was the same face she gave him on their wedding night, when Leni was first conceived. It was a face meant for just him, and yet, she was giving another man he didn't know that same face.

Then, just as when he thought she couldn't betray him any further, her hands reached for her top, and began to unbutton her shirt, further freeing her busts from their clothed prison.

The man whistled as he gazed hungrily at her motherly tits, before putting one of his hairy paws on them. He began fondling it without shame or care, making Rita bite her lip as she held back a sultry moan. His fingers crawled over her creamy skin, their tips pinching her cute, pink nipples hard.

Anger roared in Lynn's ears as he ran towards them, this time ignoring the angry cries and protests of the people in line. Dashing through the line of men and women, he nearly made it to the two, before security finally caught up to him, grabbing him roughly by the shoulders.

"Woah woah woah, old man, ever heard of waiting in line?"

Despite the angry glares the two men were giving him, Lynn swallowed his fear, before standing up for himself.

"Look, I'm sorry you two, but I followed my wife here, and I think she's seeing another man, so I just need to go talk to her-"

"I don't know, and I don't care," the guard snapped back. "You gotta stay in the line. 'Dem's the rules, you hear?"

"Please! I just-"

But before he could finish his sentence, his words got caught in his throat as Rita pulled down her shirt, freeing her tits for the whole world to see. Her beautiful, cream-colored O-cup breasts were on display for the gorilla-like man, to which he led out an approving nod, before grabbing them with his large fingers.

Rage filled his ears as he ignored the security guards' words, stomping towards the two. He wasn't sure who he was going to confront first, the man who's touching his wife, or his cheating spouse, who was acting like an unmarried slut-

WHAM!

All breath left his lungs as one of the guards punched him in the stomach. He gagged and coughed as he struggled for air.

"Back to the end of the line!" the security guard spat, which prompted the people in line to cheer and repeat the phrase. Lynn Sr. could only watch helplessly as his wife headed inside of the nightclub with the man, laughing like she had just heard a funny joke. The man's deep laugh seemed to echo in Lynn's head as he slapped Rita's ass, making a loud smacking sound that everyone could hear.

His eyes widened as the man's large hand never left her ass, staying on her thick rear as if it belonged to him. Sadness and shock turned into rage as the pain in his stomach left him. Losing all reason again, he suddenly dashed forward, dodging the guards' hands as he barreled into the nightclub.

…

Lynn Sr. wasn't the type to swear, even to himself. But today wasn't a regular day, and today wasn't a regular bad day either.

Where the fuck is he?! he roared inside of his head. Where the fuck is Rita?!

It was hard to find them. The nightclub was filled with loud music, noise, and bright, flashing lights. He darted his head around, trying to find the two, but was constantly being shoved by someone, or they were being shoved into his view.

"RITA!" he shouted, hoping that somehow, the power of love would make her hear him through all of the noise, making her listen to reason, and making her go back into his arms. A small, stupid part of him actually believed that, and if she did, he would be mad at her, before he would forgive her, just thankful to have her back into his arms. Sadly, that naive hope was quickly drowned out in the sea of obnoxious music - and something else.

Blinking, he realized that there was another element in the jungle of noise and bodies. It wasn't talking, no, although there was plenty of that. It wasn't music, although there was too much of that as well. No, he thought it sounded like-

"AH! AH! AH! AH~ "

Lynn blushed as he realized he had just went on a hunt for the sounds of sex. Right below the staircase in front of him was a young couple, who was going at it like rabbits in the heat. Some people were watching them, or were trying to look away from the shameless act of lovemaking, but aside from that, they didn't pay them much attention.

Blushing, the father of the Loud family realized that he was staring too long, and looked away, only to land his eyes onto another couple who was having sex. This one, however, was giving the other a blowjob, with the loud slurping noises somehow reaching his ears in this chaotic environment.

Shaking his head, he did his best to ignore the indecent public acts, and resumed looking for his wife. He finally spotted her and the stranger on the second floor, and he quickly moved to go up the stairs.

He made it halfway up the crowded stairs when it happened. The two were approached by another man, who appeared to be friends with the stranger, judging by "the hipster fist bump", as he liked to put it. His rage quickly doubled as the other man leered at Rita, making her not recoil in disgust, but rather, flattered by the attention.

What made his heart break even further was how she was quick to pull down her shirt, freeing her large and now slightly damp tits again for the two to admire and touch. Her moans were muffled by the surrounding noise, but seeing her face melt in pleasure still poked at his heart and his pride.

You were never able to make her make that face, a dark voice in his head sneered. Not since after Lori.

Shut up, he angrily told himself, before pushing through the crowd.

"Hey, watch it, pal!" a man snapped angrily.

"Say, ain't he the guy those bouncers were looking for?"

Lynn's blood turned to ice as he overheard a lady's words about him. He quickly began to go faster, no longer being half-considerate about others, shoving and ducking and bobbing and weaving his way through the crowd.

It was hard on his aging body, with him not being very physically active since his youth. On top of that, he was still in his usual green sweater today, and mixed in with this dense, suffocating air, he was quickly sweating like a pig.

I'm coming, Rita! I won't let them have you! It was those words that kept him going through this jungle of music and hormones. Despite his aging body protesting, he kept pushing through, growing more determined the more he watched those...homewreckers fondle his wife.

Unfortunately, by the time he made it up the stairs, he realized just where the corridor led to.

I guess they still kept the large karaoke rooms, he thought to himself. He wrinkled his nose once he remembered what they were also used for. Slowly walking through the hallway, he quickly pressed his ear tightly against the door, hoping to hear his wife's moans.

"OH, HARDER!"

"YES, RIGHT THERE, JUST LIKE THAT!"

"Yikes, too tight, honey. Little easier!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah~"

Lynn felt dirty - he was invading these people's privacy for his own selfish- no. He wasn't being selfish. He had a noble goal in mind, and that was to find his wife, get some answers, and take her home to her family.

That being said, though, he needed to hurry. If what those people from before were saying were right, the security guards were still looking for him, so he needed to act fast.

Losing his sense of shame, he began opening doors, surprising, scaring, and angering others, but he didn't care. The second he realized his wife wasn't inside, he gave a quick apology, before closing the door, quickly moving on to the next one.

"Hey, stop right there!"

Crap, they found me! Without thinking, he began to run. His heart worked hard to pump blood as he desperately tried to avoid getting caught. He couldn't get caught now! Not after everything else he had to do and see!

He turned to make a hard left, but found that it led to a dead end. Cursing up a storm, he turned to the right, and found the fire escape. Without hesitation, he pried open the window, before jumping out.

…

Had this not been a different scenario, he would've climbed down, made his way off of the fire escape, and would've been back to his car before anyone noticed his escape. Instead, still determined to try to find his wife, he climbed upwards.

As if God himself decided to give him a break, while climbing up the fire escape, he spotted Rita and the other men step out of the elevator on the third story. He was about to open the window, but ducked when he saw the bouncers burst through the stairwell. He watched as they talked with the man. He couldn't hear them very well, but judging by the way the man waved them off before they went to patrol the third floor, he quickly assumed the man to be the boss of this place.

This made Lynn shiver, now knowing just who this man was and how much power he had over the place. But no, he refused to quit. Not now. Not since that filthy man still had his hand over Rita's plump ass while he was talking to his bouncers. The proud, shit-eating smirk on his face as he fondled and fingered his Rita. The proud, shameless tent he was growing in his pants as he did so, with the bouncers just acting like nothing was going on. He wondered just how often did they do this for this man, stopping the cheating women's partners from getting to them, beating them up and throwing them out in the rain as the wife just looks on from the safety of her new man's-

Stop! Lynn Sr. had to stop to take a breath, his rage spiraling out of control again. Panting, he realized that he was just squatting on the fire escape, staring into the third-floor hallway that no longer had his precious wife. Deciding that there wasn't much of a choice, he continued climbing up to the top of the building.

The first thing he saw when he did so was a giant, glass skylight. The glass was crystal clear, and it looked to be nearly bulletproof, judging by how thick it was. Lynn's face crinkled at the excessive taste this man had.

Ugh, what is it with these rich guys and taking everything they want? He muttered to himself. But before he could further think about his growing dislike for this man, he remembered what he was here for. Taking a deep breath, he took a few steps forward, and peeked into the room below.

Lynn felt his heart shatter into a million pieces at the sight of the intertwined bodies below. Rita Loud was laying on her back on a luxurious, Alaskan King bed. Her clothes had been long shed from her now naked body, granting the homewrecker the world's greatest birthday suit that only Lynn Sr. should've been granted.

At this point, Lynn Sr. wished that all Rita had done was show the man her breasts and had allowed him to fondle her. Instead, he found his heart breaking apart even more as they kissed like there was no tomorrow. Judging from the sounds he could hear even through the glass, and judging from how much saliva there was, he knew that he was shoving his filthy tongue into her pure mouth, tasting it, devouring it, savoring it, dominating it.

He could take it no longer. He desperately banged on the glass, screaming for Rita.

"RITA! RITA! IT'S ME, LYNN! I'M HERE! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!"

Much to his despair, however, Rita didn't even give him a look. She was lost in her own, little world, her eyes in a daze as the man continued to kiss and spit into her mouth. Meanwhile, his hands were getting it on as well. One of them was groping her massive tits again, savoring the feeling of her perfect, soft skin against his hairy, meaty paws, while the other was stroking and fingering her pussy, making Rita whimper in delight.

"Man, that shit's hot, boss." Lynn's state of shock was disrupted when he heard a third voice in the room underneath him. Forgetting about his rage and despair, he turned and saw the other man again. Much like his friend on the bed with Rita, he was naked as the day he was born, but instead of having his way with her, he was filming them in action, making sure to get every single juicy scene they could.

Lynn Sr. pounded on the skylight again. How dare they? How dare they do this to him? How dare they do this to Rita? She was a pure soul, an angel! A goddess amongst women! There was no way that she would cheat on him. M-Maybe they had something over her, and she was being blackmailed. O-Or maybe it's because of the piling bills, and she needed to make money for them! Yes, that must be it! It has to be. It can't be-

Because of you? The voice returned. That nasty, voice of doubt and self torture came back to him, whispering its poisonous words into his ears again.

"N-no!" he spat out after a second. "It can't be because of me. I mean, w-why else would she have 11 children with me? Why else would she stay with me after all these years and all those kids-"

I dunno, why don't you check? The voice sneered. Maybe you've lost your touch, and maybe, she's just looking for a good replacement.

"T-That's not true!" he stuttered, trying his best to ignore the voice in his head, and the sounds of Rita's squeals and moans as she came into the man's hand.

Then check, you pussy! the voice sneered again. Lynn jumped at this, not just at how loud the voice seemed to grow, but at how the voice sounded like the man below him. Whip out your dick right now, and see if it could still satisfy her!

Lynn Sr. winced as he fumbled for his pants immediately, almost as if hurrying before his father would belt him even more in the rear. His hands trembling, he finally pulled down his boxer shorts, which were already a little soiled, before resting the cock onto his hand.

"N-No…" Lynn Sr whimpered, falling onto his knees as tears began to build up in his eyes as he stared at his cock. It used to be of average size (or so he told himself), but years of neglect, stress, and the cruel march of time has shrunken and softened it, where it laid limp on his hands.

Look down, the voice returned, almost laughing at the poor soul. Look down, and see just how happy your wife looks.

Lynn began biting his lip, his breaths shuddering as a part of him pleaded with him to stop looking, to stop torturing himself with this sick show. But another part of him was curious...and hungry. Hungry to look at the look of pleasure on Rita's face again, something he hadn't seen in a while. Hungry to gaze upon Rita's glorious, fleshy mounds as they flopped about, with sweat and sex juices painting her beautiful skin...even if he wasn't the artist.

It was then that he truly saw the boss's cock, making his jaw drop.

It was massive, to say the least. Easily the size and girth of a bodybuilder's arm, it was more muscular than Lynn's skinny arms combined, its large veins angrily pulsing like it was its own organism.

T-That can't fit! Lynn Sr. thought fearfully, suddenly fearful for his wife. H-He'll kill her! I-I need to do someth-

SHLOOP!

Rita moaned/screamed as the man rammed his massive girth into Lynn's wife, making her breasts bounce from the brutal impact. Her face was twisted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, Stanley, you're so big~" she panted like a bitch in the heat, her tongue sticking out so lewdly as she squirted like a broken sink. The now named Stanley let out a grin as he made the bitch below him cum with just one thrust.

"You know you love this dick, slut!" he grinned, before thrusting into her again. Her back arched as she resisted the urge to cum again, but failed miserably. "You popped out 11 brats, but you still needed some dick? Now that's a slut!"

"I-I...OH~" Rita sounded like she was trying to argue against this, but was silenced when he began quickening his pace.

"Still trying to deny it, huh?" Stanley sneered, before leaned his head back.

PTOO!

Rita and Lynn blinked in surprise as he spat on her face, his slimy phlegm now dripping down her face. Lynn recoiled in disgust, while Rita only seemed to grow even wetter at being so blatantly mistreated.

"Hmpt, still can't just admit what a cock-hungry whore you are, can't you, Rita?" Stanley slapped her massive tits, playing with them like a depraved, spoiled child. "You've never said it, but we all know the truth: your hubby can't satisfy you anymore!"

"That's- not...TRUE!" Rita yelped as he slammed into her for the last time. Her belly began to bulge as he came buckets inside of her.

*SPLURT!* *SPLURT!* *SPLURT!*

"SLUT!" Stanley roared in victory as he ripped his cock out of her, spraying her with his hot, fertile cum.

"Yesss, give it to me~" Rita moaned as she opened her mouth, catching some of his thick baby batter with her tongue.

"Fuck, what a slutty milf," the cameraman whistled. He was slowly jerking off to the lewd scene in front of him, and, much to Lynn's displeasure, he was just as big as his boss, Stanley.

"Yo, Mitch, you want a turn with this bitch?" Stanley waved at his cameraman. "I know you've been eyeing this ass for a while."

"Damn straight," Mitch grinned. "Put that fat ass in the air, bitch!"

"Mmm, alright, dear~" Rita smiled as she got on all fours on the bed. Sticking out her rear into the air, semen flowed out of her used pussy as she spread her asshole, making it open up like a flower. "You better be able to please me with that thick cock of yours."

"Is that a challenge, milf?" Mitch sneered, smacking his cock against her fat buns.

In response, she began to rub her pussy lips, giving him a sexy glare while biting her lips.

"Please, fuck me!" Rita pleaded, wiggling her rear at him. "Give it to me, daddy!"

Her pleads fueling his libido, he roughly shoved his cock into her anus with a husky growl.

"OOOH!" Rita moaned, making Lynn's shrinking cock harden. Despite him priding himself into thinking that he was the lucky one that got to "satisfy the horniest chick in high school", truth be told, he never did completely satisfy her. He was always the squeamish type, even being a complete germaphobe around middle school. While he did somewhat grow out of it, he still became quite squeamish about certain activities, which includes anal sex - something Rita had pleaded him to do to her.

Looks like she got her wish, Lynn Sr. thought sadly as he watched and listened to his wife squealing as her poor asshole got pounded into. Despite his soul crumbling more and more, his eyes were mesmerized by how her rear seemed to ripple from every thrust of the man's filthy dick.

Hearing his cheating wife moan and sob from pleasure made his cock incredibly hard, and he knew that it wasn't going away any time soon.

*SMACK!*

"OH~"

Lynn's teeth began to clench together tightly.

*SMACK!

"HARDER!"

Lynn's hands were trembling as they wrapped around his penis.

*SMACK!*

"YESSSS!"

With a cry of anger and despair, Lynn Sr. began to strangle his cock. Years of celibacy began to channel into this one moment as his fingers began to furiously move up and down. Pleasure and shame began to stir within his loins, and he felt the ancient rush that he hadn't felt in ages.

*FAP!* *FAP!* *FAP!*

He knew the face Rita was making. It was the face of one who was about to reach orgasm with her lover. It was the face of one who was about to be bred by her bull.

*FAP!* *FAP!* *FAP!*

It infuriated him. Watching someone else give Rita that face was a knife to his heart. And yet-

*FAP!FAP!FAP!*

He. Just. Couldn't. Look. Away!

His eyes were glued onto the scene below as his body pleasured itself. For a moment, he was in the man's place, shoving his cock in and out of Rita, having the pleasure of fucking that slutty body, watching as those ridiculously fat tits flopped up and down.

Then he was brought back to reality, with Lynn Sr. being the loser husband who watched as his gorgeous wife was being plowed by another man. And yet, somehow, this reality wasn't that much worse than the fantasy he had just imagined. His hands didn't slow down one bit as they pleasured his aged penis. If anything, they seemed to have gone faster.

*FAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAP!*

"I'M CUMMING!"/"I'M CUMMING!" both Lynn and Rita shouted to the heavens.

*SPLURT!* *SPLURT!* *SPLURT!* *SPLURT!*

For the first time in ages, thick ropes of cum shot out of Lynn Sr's cock. While it didn't splash inside of Rita, it spattered all over the glass above her. The sheer force of his orgasm nearly sent him stumbling back, causing him to fall onto his naked rear ungracefully.

He panted, staring up at the night sky as he listened to his wife being brutally fucked down below.

Rita was in complete bliss.

Being pounded in her ass and pussy, her legs spread out and up into the air like a cheap hooker, she was sent to Heaven as she could feel nothing but pleasure.

Her mouth still smelled and tasted of their rich, thick cum, which made her nipples harden just by remembering the sensation and taste.

Her mind, already drowning into the swamp of carnal pleasure, barely registered the men's words as they came into her, filling both of her holes with impossible amounts of semen.

RING! RING!

Someone's phone was ringing.

"Ugh, I'll get that," Stanley grunted as he slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy, making her moan as she squirted again just from him pulling out of her.

They watched for a moment as Stanley was on the phone with someone, before they turned to look at each other.

"Well, shall we?" Mitch smirked, before Rita threw herself onto his body, their lips slamming against one another. His cock hardened again as her fat tits pressed against his muscular chest.

"Oh my, does this little thing want some love from Mommy?" Rita cooed as she parted her lips from his. She mashed her large tits together as they began massaging the large, throbbing member.

"Oh? You think it's little, huh?" Mitch let out a dangerous grin. "Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I put it in your whore mouth!"

Before Rita could think about it, he thrusted his hips forward, and the large tip went inside of her mouth. Although surprised, she made no efforts to spit it out - not that she could've, since his hands were already on her head, pushing her forward to take in more of his cock.

*GAG!* *GAG!* GAG!* Rita's throat groaned as his large girth was being forced in there. Although her tongue was used to the salty, manly cock, her throat still needed to be trained further until she would stop gagging so loudly. Training which Mitch would gladly help with.

"Heh, look at that. This bitch creamed herself just from her throatfuck." Stanley had just finished with his phone call, and was currently observing her dripping pussy. "Can't get any sluttier than that, huh?"

He patted her ass lovingly with his cock, before sliding it back in, making Rita let out a muffled moan.

"MMMMMMMF!"

"You should be thankful, slut," Stanley sneered, spitting on her fat ass. "This is your favorite position, isn't it? Being spitroasted like the hunk of fuckmeat you are."

Rita could only grunt weakly as her arms trembled to keep her body steady. The two men began rocking their bodies back and forth, their large cocks widening her throat and pussy. If they were just a foot longer, she suspected that their cocks would be able to touch each other from within her body.

*SMACK!* *SMACK!*

Rita's nose was constantly mashed into Mitch's crotch, and whatever part of her brain was still working feared that they would be permanently mashed into a pig snout.

*SLURP!* *SLURP!* *SLURP!*

Rita…

Ah, there it was again. That one part of her conscious she thought she locked away during these sessions. The one that tried to remind her about her husband and their sacred bond.

*SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!*

Rita…

*SLURP!* *SLURP!* *GAG!*

She closed her eyes, pushing it away. It was far too late for regrets now. She made her choice, and she loved it. She needed this.

*SLURM! SLURM!SLURM!SLURM!*

*SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!*

Ah, here it is again. The moment she'd been waiting for.

The two men let out a primal roar as they slammed into her once more, before releasing their breeding fluids. She came as well, her vagina showering her meat dildo with her lust.

Whatever part of her brain was still working finally shut down as she fully succumbed to the hedonistic bliss. She was content.

Lynn Sr. watched from above as they continued to fuck Rita, despite her being unconscious. What was initially an hour of lovemaking turned into hours, with them simply using her erotic body as a sex doll.

At some point, she woke back up, and continued to have sex with them. His feelings of rage and despair turned into feelings of numbness as he watched his wife get pounded in multiple positions and ways.

At some point, more men came inside, some of them being the security guards he saw earlier.

For hours, he was forced to endure the sight of his wife screaming and moaning as she bounced on one cock after another, while sucking off and jerking off a few more. The men she wasn't attending to took matters themselves, either using her body to jerk off (like with her hair or her large tits), or simply wanked to the sight of their colleagues fucking the mother of 12.

The worst part about all of this was that Lynn Sr's cock refused to stay soft, and rehardened after he worked hard to jerk out whatever cum he had left inside of him. It even got to the point where it hurt to masturbate, but he kept on going.

At some point, he managed to squeeze out one more drop of cum, before he collapsed.

The last thing he remembered before passing out was the sight of Rita squatting in front of the camera, surrounded by an army of still-hard and wet cocks. She was covered head-to-toe in semen, grinning like the cock-drunken whore she was, giving a peace sign to the camera.

She looked beautiful.

Lynn Sr. woke up to the sound of something crawling on his stomach. Blinking his eyes wearily, he let out a shriek as a rat scurried off of his chest.

His heart pounding, it took him a minute to remember where he was.

Rita. The Royal Nightclub. The boss. Her moans as their large cocks pounded into her pussy-

Lynn Sr. fell back onto the floor with a groan. His eyes demanded more tears, but he was all dry now.

After laying there for what seemed like hours, he finally got up, pulled his pants back up, and slowly climbed his way back down the fire escape. Somehow, he didn't get caught, and somehow, he managed to make his way back to Vanzilla without anyone noticing him.

The drive back home was the hardest road trip he had ever undergone. He honestly wasn't sure what he was going to do or say to Rita...to his family! How would they take the news?

And finally...what was he going to do? He honestly couldn't trust himself to keep it together. He was afraid that he was going to snap the minute he saw her. And yet...he couldn't run. No, that would create a lot of questions he'll have to answer, so one way or the other, he'll have to go back to the place he called home.

And just like that, he was back home, with Vanzilla's ancient engine still running. He absentmindedly shut off his vehicle, before he slowly got out.

He was standing in front of the door.

This was it, he thought, no turning back now.

He took a deep breath, before he unlocked the door.

"Mom, Dad's here!" he heard Lana shout. His body froze as he heard his wife run towards him.

"Sweetie? Oh, thank goodness you're alright!"

Before he knew it, he felt a familiar pair of breasts slam into his body. He blinked as Rita hugged him, and he couldn't help but return the act of love.

"The kids woke up and didn't know where you were, and I tried calling you. Nobody knew how else to find you, so I ended up calling the police. Where have you been?"

Whatever feelings of rage he might've held for her melted away when he saw her eyes. They weren't full of guilt, or anger, or even suspicion. No, they were full of concern - genuine, touching concern, with her even going as far as calling the police for him.

And just like that, whatever nerve he had left to confront her about her...secret hobby faded.

"I...just went for a drive," he finally said. "I just needed some air, and I took a drive around town. I got tired, so I ended up parking in a random parking spot, and took a snooze."

Rita let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm just glad you're okay, honey," she murmured, before kissing him on the lips. For a second, he thought about how those lips went all over the other men's lips and cock, before he banished those thoughts away, focusing her sweet smell and warmth.

Well would You Look at that a Happy ending for Lynn Sr for once despite Rita cheating on with other men (and Very Soon Someone else and you know exactly who it is) she still loves him...she's just a Sex Craving Nymphomaniac is all anyway Chapter 2 is when things starts to get real! Real Crazy Real NSFW-y and Real Nasty but in a Good way! so see ya then folks